SWNOVELS Puck One Night Stands: Chapter 11
FUCK SHE LOOKS good sitting on my bar, legs spread, wet and pink and hot from the orgasm I just gave her.
Of course I marked her. Of course.
The possessiveness I feel for this woman is insane, but it’s real, and in the past ten minutes, I’ve accepted it. Embraced it, even.
She hasn’t been fucked well in the past. But she might be by someone else in the future.
So I’ll be the first. The first man to make her feel all the things she needs to feel, deserves to feel.
She will remember me.
I undo my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants, watching her watch me.
She wants me. She’s so fucking needy right now. And I will fulfill every need she has and a few she’s not aware of.
“Did the assholes you were with in the past have you suck their cocks?” I ask.
She looks away from my very obvious erection inside my dress pants. “Um … I didn’t say they were assholes.”
“I did. They didn’t make you come. That is not how you fuck a woman,” I tell her. I grasp her around the waist and lift her off the bar, setting her on her feet in front of me. “Did you suck their cocks?”
She nods.
Of course. Guys like that always get what they want even when they’re not giving their partners what they need.
“Let’s erase those memories,” I tell her. My voice drops lower. “On your knees.”
She immediately kneels in front of me. Lust surges through me, but so does a strange sense of pride. This woman is sweet. Sunshine. Even a little innocent. But she’ll do this for me.
I grip her chin and tip her head back. “You’re willing to be a pretty, dirty little slut for me, Danielle?”
She sucks in a quick, surprised breath. But then she steals my breath by nodding.
I don’t let on how that affects me. I tighten my grip on her face just slightly. “Say it,” I command softly, but firmly. “Tell me you’re my little slut. That you’ll do anything to please me.”
She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I slip my thumb inside.
She immediately sucks on it and my cock pulses painfully.
“Once you say yes, Danielle, once you give me this—this dirty, gorgeous side of you—you’re mine. Know that.”
Hughes and McNeill won’t do this. They won’t be like this with her. This is all mine.
And she loves it.
She sucks on my thumb again, and nods.
I slip my thumb out of her mouth, and she says, softly but clearly, “I’m your little slut, Nathan. I’ll do anything to please you.”
Jesus. My breath hisses out and I pull my cock out, fisting it tightly, pumping up and down to relieve some of the pressure. Then I hold it for her and watch her open her mouth.
The first touch of her tongue on the tip nearly sends me to my knees. She licks, her tongue swirling around the head, then sucks softly. At my groan, she sucks a little harder.
I let her play at the top for a couple of minutes, but then I press my thumb against her chin. “Open, Danielle. Take me.”
She does. Promptly. Obediently.
Fuck. I might never get enough of her.
The thought hits me hard and suddenly.
She gives a little moan as I ease into her hot, wet mouth. She likes this. That is so, so good.
I cup the back of her head, holding my dick with my other hand, working to control the intense urge to thrust. She’s not ready for me to actually fuck her mouth. And this is just foreplay for now anyway. But my body isn’t listening.
I glide in and out, coaching her. “Tighten your lips around me, Danielle.”
She does. She braces her hands on my thighs as I go deeper.
“Relax,” I tell her, gathering her hair in one hand. “Breathe through your nose.”
She adjusts amazingly quickly.
“That’s right. That’s so fucking good. Take me as deep as you can.”
She leans in and I gently slide deeper.
Then I pull out. This is not how I’m going to finish and all I needed to know was that she would do this, that she’d follow my commands.
I look down at her, brushing her hair back from her face. “Need your pussy now, Danielle.”
She looks at my cock, right in front of her face. “Can I touch you?”
It might kill me, but I nod.
She wraps a hand around me and slides it up and down the length, still slick from her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, locking my knees.
She doesn’t even look up at me. She adds her other hand. She pumps up and down a few times, as if measuring my girth and length. Then as I’m about to pull her off, she leans in and licks the head again.
“Danielle,” I grit out.
“I like doing this to you,” she says, almost in wonder. “I didn’t like it before, but I love your cock. I love to make you feel good. I love how you feel and sound and taste.”
That’s it. I lean over, scoop her up under her arms and lift.
She instinctively wraps her arms and legs around me, settling her hot pussy against my cock.
My pants are still around my damned ankles, so I shuffle us over to the couch and prop her on the back of it.
“There are so many ways I intend to fuck you tonight,” I tell her. “This is just the first.”
She nods her understanding. I let go of her only long enough to get rid of my shoes and clothes.
She runs her hands over my shoulders, chest, and abs while I do it. When I straighten, she leans in and kisses my chest. Then licks. “I understand the desire to mark me,” she says against my skin. “I want to mark you too. Make sure anyone else who ever sees even your naked chest knows I was here like this with you.”
Lust surges through me again. Fuck I want to be marked by her.
I have never felt something like that before.
I’ve had more sophisticated, successful, more mature women. I could have nearly any woman I could want.
But this girl has wrapped me around her finger in just over twenty-four hours.
I’m in so much trouble.
If I was even half as intelligent, not to mention hard and cynical, as I’d like to think I am, I’d get her dressed and in a car home in the next thirty seconds.
But of course I don’t.
Instead, I carry her over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the lights of Chicago and the lake. I turn her to face the window.
“I hope you get wet every time you see the Chicago skyline,” I tell her.
A little shiver goes through her.
“Hands up on the glass. Don’t move them.”
She obeys.
I move to turn off the lights behind us. Now the view is clear, and there’s a reflection of us in the glass.
I run my hands down the front of her body, stopping to cup her sweet tits, play with her nipples, and stroke over her belly, before I slide one between her legs. I circle her clit. “Eyes stay open. I want you to see us moving together. I want you to always have that image. And I want you to see how goddamned beautiful you are when you come apart.”
She gasps, then moans as I ease a finger into her. Then a second. Her breathing is faster now and her fingers curl against the window. Then I start to add a third. She tenses.
“You can take it,” I tell her gruffly against her ear, pressing my cock against her ass. “You need to take it. I’m going to fill you so full. You’re going to grip me like a fucking vise. It’s going to be so damned good.”
She blows out a breath and I feel her muscles relax a little. She moves her feet apart.
“That’s right. Take my fingers so I can get you ready to be fucked the way you need to be fucked.”
Her pussy tightens around my fingers, but it’s not with nerves now. I tug on her nipple with my other hand and I feel her get wetter.
I pump my two fingers deep, thrusting in and out slowly, my thumb playing with her clit.
Then I have an even better idea.
“You play with your clit,” I tell her. “And tell me what you think about when you use your toys.”
She takes a shuddering breath. “Recently?” she asks.
That might have been a mistake. What if she tells me something about McNeill? Or Hughes? But I need her to relax.
“When did you last get yourself off, Danielle?” I pinch her nipple and move my fingers in and out.
“Last night.”
Oh, that’s a great answer. I love that she takes care of herself. And doesn’t have a guy around to do it for her. “With a dildo in your cunt, or a vibrator against your clit?”
“Both,” she says, breathlessly. “I have one that’s both.”
“Excellent.” Even if it is average sized. “Finger on your clit,” I command.
Her head drops forward, but her hand moves, bumping against mine where my fingers are buried in her pussy, her middle finger finding her clit. She starts circling.
“Tell me what you thought about.”
“Um…” She takes a deep breath and lifts her head, looking at the window, meeting my gaze in the reflection. “I was with three guys. One was fucking my mouth, one was playing with my nipples and clit, and one was fucking my pussy.”
Everything out of that sweet, dirty little mouth makes me hard.
I would have never thought a fantasy of a woman with three men would do that to me, but fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.
And it’s because of how much it turns her on. Her pussy is practically gushing, and I can easily slide my third finger into her now.
“That is a dirty slut answer,” I growl against her ear, fucking her slow and steady with three fingers.
She nods. “I know.” She seems proud of herself.
I am too.
“Come on my fingers, Danielle, so I can get inside this tight pussy that I need so fucking much.”
She gasps, her finger moves a little faster over her clit, but she’s coming within seconds.
The hot grip on my fingers makes me almost lose it.
I quickly slide my fingers out, lift her foot to rest it on the seat of the chair that’s next to us, opening her wide.
“I can’t get you pregnant. And I test routinely.”
“Um, you…can’t…”
“Are you okay doing this without a condom?” I ask, harsher than I intended. I need to be inside her.
She meets my gaze in the mirror. “Yes.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
Then I bend my knees, fit my cock against her hot entrance, and push inside the sweet, slick pussy I’m going to dream about until I die.
She moans as I slowly slide home.
When I’m balls deep, I grip her hips, and put my mouth against her ear. “You are fucking perfect.”
I pull out and thrust back in deep.
She whimpers. “Oh God, you feel so good.”
“So.” I thrust again. “Fucking” I thrust again. “Perfect.” I thrust again.
She presses back into me and I know she’s feeling fine. I reach up to play with a nipple as I fuck her, those gorgeous tits bouncing in the reflection.
Her eyes are on us. That’s perfect too. I want her to remember this.
“You’re going to come again, Danielle,” I tell her. “Hard. Crying my name.”
She nods. “Yes. God, yes, Nathan.”
I pick up the pace, fucking her faster and deeper. And she takes it all, pushing back into me, her arms braced on the window, her expression wild and wanton.
“You’re going to feel me everywhere tomorrow,” I promise darkly, tweaking her nipple and then leaning in to kiss, then bite down where her neck curved into her shoulder.
“Nathan.” Her fingers curl against the glass and I feel her pussy tighten around me.
“Yes, Danielle, come for me, my sweet little slut.”
I fucking love that talking to her like that is what pushes her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down around me tightly and she cries out.
“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck, Nathan! Nathan!”
My name on her lips–loudly on her lips– makes me grip her hips and pound into her. Her skin is so pale and delicate that I might even leave little bruises there. And that thought makes my balls tighten and an orgasm roll up from what feels like the depth of my fucking soul through my body and into hers.
“Danielle!” I roar. “Fuck! Yes!”
I wrap my arms around her, clutching her to my chest as she sags, her hands sliding from the window. I just hold her, not wanting to slip out of her body yet.
We both breathe deeply and I stare at our reflection in the glass in front of us.
I want this. Her. Over and over.
That is the only thought that makes it through the daze of pleasure and possessiveness.
I have two choices as of this moment.
Keep her forever. Or never see her again after tonight.
There will be nothing in between.